Ayla’s POV.
The mop hit the bucket with a loud splash. I twisted my back until it popped, giving me a short time relief while wishing the ache would just go. As I picked up the mop and headed out of the chamber, my stomach growled but I didn’t care about my aching back or hungry stomach. All I cared about was the ring and winning tonight.
I sprinted toward the ring area of the hall just as the heavy doors were being pulled shut. I slipped through the gaps and found a spot before catching my breath.
“You’re late,” Silas noted, his eyes trailing over my disheveled appearance.
“But I’m here,” he frowned, sending me daggers with his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” I admitted before grabbing my practice blade from the rack.
I did mini stretches where I was standing as I watched the first fight, Se
